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Did you know the hotel phones were out of order
Let's look over there.
Are you ready to proceed, gentlemen,
Raise your right hand.
I've been trying to reach you since 7:00 this morning.
Well, who did?
I'll ask you to explain the contents of these letters.
( phone rings )
( suspenseful theme playing )
He came out a few minutes later.
to Los Angeles to Mr. Paul Drake.
Thank goodness this is you, Perry.
Well, you knew that, and I knew that.
She usually spends this time of year
You want it that way? Fine.
No.
however if Mr. Covington feels he needs an adjournment...
on the night of June 14th?
I don't want you to set foot over that border
But I already refused to testify.
I'm going to inquire into this matter
And make those stockholders promise
she first would have asked for an audit of the books.
Yes,
Well, that depends.
I had no right to be there.
Obviously, it wasn't intentional.
said Ed was driving alone.
But I can't sit back
And I told you I wouldn't betray a confidence.
Tell Alberto my luggage is in the trunk,
for one reason only.
Yes.
I couldn't go on that way anymore!
I went in Ed's.
Well, he walked in once, then he drove in.
We're accustomed to delicate matters.
Della, get ahold of Paul.
I don't want any more trouble with Ethel.
Lets Denby and Livesey run it all
Trouble?
No questions.
Oh, I...
Now, just for the record, Mr. Livesey,
a mile or two down the road.
I sometimes act impulsively, but not during working hours.
What?
and tell me if you've ever seen them before.
It was very dull.
Mrs. Garvin?
Or better still, could you do it for me?
Objection, Your Honor.
We'd better find out.
Thank you.
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,
Well, he's staying at the Breakers at La Jolla,
My secretary?
Right now.
but I want to be sure I can prove it
FRANK: Twenty-thousand dollars a year.
I was on my way back in when I saw the door opening.
Forty-nine, married, no children, a real worrier.
Oh, yeah. You see that scraped rear fender?
The name is Helen Bynum.
So you prove it by lying and letting him go to his death?
Call for you.
Mrs. Garvin?